Bullion Van Of Misery - Poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
Cheurbic and seraphic in the lonely smile of sorrow
Mullah in the mixture of darkness in row
Mellow autumn colors of problem in meekness
Situation fraught with danger of blackness
Man as turned to bullack in their present,
Chaos in the heart like peasant
Panic, sorrow in the state of emergency
And danger is numerous than lips can tell the rest.
Monster truck was guarded by mysterious misery
In the missed of dove.
Mercy is on the throne of death,
And the fruit of faith is in the hands of luciferian plenipotentaires.
Ministry of peace is in the edge of sword
Ministry of health is in the bottomless bog
Revolution haas been bottled.
Ministry of love is in the hand of war,
The gods of miracle has been caged,
Devil-may-cry are on field of wealth.
Skeleton is in battle of life
And life is in the hold of nonvenomous snakes.
Giant eagle in the missed of chicken
the fruit of life is in the hand of wild ghommid
It lives in seven indigos
It shadow swallow, touches burn
It speaks strike like thunder.
We are waiting for glimmering rays
Under the shadow of gloom.
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